Many attempts but couldn't save 'im Blood got my shirt stainin, fuck these pussy-ass rap cats Can't hang with this shit, Wu-Syndicate, we livin this Fuck
one I'm cockin' my head back like Ed Lover, c'mon on, son She's on my Johnson, she brings my name up constant Your boys are like, "She's fuckin' with
dungeon dragon I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin' So fuck I look like gettin' back to a has
d know it's not the norm 'Cause I'm doing things that I normally won't do The old me's gone, I feel brand new And if you don't like it, fuck you The
mansion you live in And I don't wanna go places where all my ladies can't get in Just grab a bottle, some boys and let's take it back to my basement
c'mmon now! You gotta prep them fa shit like that, they cant just get that shit right off the top like you gotta bring that shit back, bring that shit da fuck back
Malice Hot damn, it's a new day Hot damn, but them boys want the money man Uh-huh of course, 'fore you say what you say, hot damn My, how the boys roam
big boys keep deuces on the ride Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side Man, I make a buck, why scram? I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck
bang Don't give a fuck who you is, don't give a fuck if you got some change Take yo niggas, take yo watch, and take yo diamond ring, way back In the
taxable futhermuckers get mad Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap If you work out, gotta get it right back
the jump off, come on I been gone for a minute, now I'm back at the jump off Goons in the club in case somethin' jumps off And back up before the hive
40 and the Lunatics off to drink Lookin' for the chicks in hot pink I'm so throwed I need a shrink I'm so throw, throwin' up in the sink Right back up
low, big thangs poppin, Tip on da glock from a trip up in Compton. Shootin at da cops- fuck one time. I gave her to da block, I fucked one time. We boys
we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys
big thangs poppin' Tip on da glock from a crip up in Compton Shootin' at da cops, fuck 1 time I gave her to da block, I fucked 1 time We boys in da
you wonder why? Man you know, you know Yeah, and you should let them boys know too Show them niggas every single thing I showed you I'm here feeling like 50 back
blowin'? I go to hell knowin' That I had them eagles sitting down like Terrell Owens I spell evil backwards, I gotta live If money's the root to evil then fuck
my head high or die or I can live and duck My attitude is celibate, I don't give a fuck The block got my back and my boys do too And my baby momma tripping